Her pussy's bare, yours is covered -- bait her into tribbing!

"L-let's rub our spots together, please?" You try.

"If you think you can handle it!" Professor Phoebe responds gleefully, shifting forward and lifting one of your legs to get you both in position. Success!

Your hope is that your sorta rough and bumpy pants material will stimulate her bare pussy even more, while protecting you thoroughly from anything she tries. She'll get so **** when she starts heating up and she see you're just smiling and not reacting, that she'll try speeding up and going harder -- which'll just set her off to an embarrassing, explosive orgasm right above you and all over the classroom!

It's a dirty idea, but you've been **** into a dirty spot by the agreement you made to that group of girls, so it doesn't count.

Lying on your back, both arms bent and flat beside you, you're ready to do your own part to shove and grind your end against hers. As much as you like the fantasy of her creaming herself against you without you needing to do anything, she's sorta too much of a scary sex demon for you to rely on it. So you'll cement your victory like this!

She's got your leg up in the air, so it's by her will that the tribbing starts in earnest. She doesn't choose to wait that long. In short time, she's grinding up and down against your leg with energy! You're pretty surprised to find that, actually, you are feeling it even through the pants and underwear in the way. Definitely less than you'd be feeling it naked, but still, it sort of scares you! She still looks in top form several tens of seconds into it, while your face has actually gone all red and your breath is getting all infrequent and staggered, plus you feel something actually building up in your lower half -- this isn't good at all.

"There it is!" Professor Phoebe exclaims.

AAANNGGH! Your first orgasm finally takes you, and it's a huge one. Professor Phoebe continues to ride you through it as you buck fruitlessly against her, spraying with gusto all over the inside of your panties. Quite a lot of your juices escape and end up splattering the inside of your pants-covered thighs. Because of how much she already built you up with your hand, you've got a lot to give, and it's a long time before the flood shows any signs of slowing down.

Pleasure spikes up through your entire body, electric and tingly and warm, starting entirely focused on the rims of your pussy lips and your lower belly but quickly spreading across your entire body and depositing itself in pockets at your toes, chest, neck, and cheeks as it passes each of them. The overload of feeling has your body twitching out of control like crazy, and you're pretty sure you actually blacked out for a few seconds too. Professor Phoebe stands and lets your leg drop back down to the floor limply, vibrating and weakly kicking a single time as the gentle impact against the floor activates all of your out of control leg muscles.

You're red-faced and panting, tongue hanging out of your mouth, as you try desperately to gather yourself. Y-you still need to make her cum too, after all.... Your blurry eyes come into focus again to see her face hovering above your own as she bends at the waist to get a better look down at your sprawled body. Her cheeks aren't even a little bit flushed, and she still looks basically untouched even though she was tribbing you pantless..... she's really no fair. She's got to have some kind of weakness you can exploit, right? There's no way you can make it work with just your hands and mouth alone.....

"-ear me, Debbie?"

"Angh?" You ask, tongue still hanging from your lips and flopping around a bit as you turn your head to centre on her face above you.

"I said you made quite a big mess here. I hope you realise it's your responsibility to clean up after yourself."

No way..... she's gonna make you clean the carpet now, too? Technically, it was her that made the big mess by making you make the big mess. P-plus, you're not even sure if you can walk right now.... none of your body's responding to your brain, and you brain isn't thinking very much yet either.

Professor Phoebe smiles warmly down at you. It makes you feel kind of nice, actually, even though you're basically temporarily paralysed because of how unfair she is.

"Don't worry, Debbie. We can clean it up together, just this once."

Oohhh, hee hee..... that's pretty nice of her. She bends down to lift you up into a sitting position, then goes around back to hoist you up and into the air with a hand under each of your armpits. Wheeeee! W-wait, she's lowering you again..... why's she?

Holding you up by your armpits and humming gently to herself, Professor Phoebe sets to work using you as a mop. H-how uneffective! To cleaning, at least. To you, it's more effective than you'd like to admit...... it starts off with your toes and then legs brushing against the soft and well-maintained floor, which sends little responsive shocks up to your still-recovering brain and has them twitching again. The reminder that parts of your body besides your pussy exist along with the splitting of your attention to said body parts in addition to your pussy amplifies your intense feelings right now by a significant factor. It's almost to set you off into another big one again -- and when at last, Professor Phoebe steps in front of you to pull you forward quickly through her legs, having your clothed nipples and pussy once again rub against the floors, it is enough to set you off into another big one again. H-how is she, s-so.... so..... gHK! Unghh.....

Professor Phoebe just lays you there facedown in the carpet as your unresponsive body shakes and quivers through your **** orgasm. Your limp legs occasionally kick up into the air behind your backside before landing back down straight again, and you're lying on top of your arms. You'd feel pretty embarrassed and laid to waste if your consciousness hadn't already left you pretty immediately after you came.